"A beautiful country where the sunflowers bloomed Where the castles were so high they touched the horizons Whose destiny was it To wear the queen's jewelled crown, to sit on her elegant throne?"
Once upon a time in a country far away Where a lot of crimes were committed every day There was a young lady, fourteen years of age Crowned as the Queen, dancing on history's stage
She bought her luxuries, spending without heed A servant with the same face coming to her every need Josephine's the name of her royal steed She had everything one can ever want indeed
We are short on money, but I want a diamond ring Squeeze out every penny from the peasants' savings Anybody standing up against the queen's demand Will be sent to the guillotine on command
"Now, on your knees, peasant!"
Dreadful rose of sin You bloom in dread alone Shining in scarlet sending chills to the bone Pathetic weeds growing on the soil around O wither and die without making a sound
Our lady tyrant, she was in love you see With a fine young man who lived across the stormy seas Yet another woman, both very fair and wise Was the lucky one who caught the man's eyes
Her Highness soon was mad with jealousy Called out her right hand man with just one minor plea Very quietly she sipped on her tea "I want to hear the girl scream in agony."
Thus the little village hidden in the forest deep Burned in the night with the villagers asleep Not one single tear despite all the people's cries Fell from our lady's icy eyes
"Oh my, it's time for tea!"
Dreadful rose of sin You bloom in dread alone Shining with malice sending chills to the bone Your beauty cannot ever be compared O but your venomous thorns are like a viper's fangs bared
The queen of evil must certainly be killed Out of the people's hearts frustration spilt Leading the mob was a woman in red Her bloodred armor = the blood of the dead
Anger and fury, built up over time Surrounded the country, counting all her wicked crimes All her majesty had for defence Were some soldiers old and tired from the previous wars' torment
The castle's gates broken and the walls collapsed Servants and maids ran away, relieved perhaps Sweet and lovely queen of this country far away Was captured, to her dismay
"You... ragged, unmannerly dogs!"
Dreadful rose of sin You bloom in dread alone Shining in scarlet, in a sad, haunting tone Paradise is lost for the maiden of vice O it crumbled and shattered like brittle crisp ice
Once upon a time in a country far away Where a lot of crimes were committed every day There was a young lady, fourteen years of age Crowned as the Queen, dancing on history's stage
Her death was scheduled at three in the afternoon When the great bells of the church would boom The person who used to be known as the queen Sat in her cell, knowing she'd never turn fifteen
Finally, long awaited, the time had come The deafening chimes sounded a little bit glum The crowd showed not a sign of sympathy Grinning to the world, said "she"
"Oh my, it's time for tea!"
Dreadful rose of sin You wilt in dread alone Shining in scarlet sending chills to the bone People today, they sing this song to their kin "Now that was the story of the lady of sin."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
